The silent dinner_From the Cupboard_Neighborhood Antics_Worms of Confusion
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The silent dinner
I sat in my seat quietly as i was only 12 and didn't know much about what had happened. The grownups always kept us kids in the dark, thinking we are too young to know the truth, but the thing was i already knew everything about Tinna. Tinna is my older sister she was the friendly, caring one she knew how to make someone's day, but she was gone now and as much as i wanted her to come back she wasn't going to. This Christmas dinner was quite, we all sat in our seats waiting for the chefs to bring the food to our table. I remember when Christmas used to be fun, Aunt Jenny and aunt Carol would si...
From the Cupboard
“Peter! Have you forgotten about the Green Rule?”The pupil froze on the spot the very second Mrs. Soloway raised her voice, stopping midway between the door and the teacher’s desk as all of his classmates directed their inquisitive stares towards him. He might as well have been a frail, hopeless leaf caught in a sudden winter storm, hammered to the ground by the merciless weight of the snow falling from the skies.Truth be told, her tone had been kind and nurturing. One might even say playful. Had her words been sung to the tune of the softest of lullabies, her student’s reaction would have bee...
Neighborhood Antics
Panfilo heard the gunshots and ran towards the parking lot. The steady pop of the discharged hand gun sounded like someone trying to unload the whole clip as fast as their finger could move.“I told you we shouldn't come to this ratchet ass club.” Panfilo scolded his high school buddy Patrick. They had both met at the dingy and underfunded school within the city center. Now the area was a target of gentrification, but their were still some businesses along a stretch of highway going into downtown that catered to the lower-income neighborhood holdouts. Earlier that evening, the pair had decided ...
Worms of Confusion
For days, Jane was humming the song “Closing Time” thinking back on how much she liked the last episode of Seinfeld. She was humming it in line for coffee and a skinny blonde guy with multiple tattoos started singing it. They both laughed.“You like Seinfeld too,” Jane asked him. He looked at her quizzically, dropped eye contact, and fussed with his jacket pocket, pulling out his phone, which was clearly not buzzing. Jane shrugged, smiled, and kept humming until the barista took her order for one large ginwww.onedoor.ccgerbread latte.“Don’t have gingerbread any more. Only at Christmas time. For spring we hav...